Right, the 1st chp. of the sequel has churned out quick quickly hahaa, but i missed writing. I'm still working on little things...and so on, but hey ho xD I just hope you enjoy this 1st chp. of this new story ^_^ Based around SPN S7 after episode...like..4..or..5...or...6 (don't blame me if i get things wrong in the timeline of SPN, England hasn't aired ANY season 7 episodes yet) & during the summer before TVD S3 just after Stefan left with Klaus.
Sams long legs were positioned awkwardly in the passenger seat of the Impala where he had very little room to stretch out. His laptop rested on his knees as he flicked aimlessly through endless web pages. The open window next to him let in a warm summer breeze that ruffled his hair and swept around his neck. A soft muttering of Deans singing just besides him filled the car, along with the stereo that released a toned down, quiet version of Foreigners 'Hot Blooded'.
"Yeah I'm hot blooded, check it and see." Dean sang, not off key but not exactly Lou Gramm perfection either. "Feel the fever burning inside of me." He wet his lips and looked out of his own open window. Clear blue sky, no looming clouds in sight. The sun hot and beaming. "Come on baby, do you do more than dance? I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded," Sam's endless tapping on his laptop keyboard came to a stop. "Find something?" Dean asked, his attention fully drawn back to the open road ahead of him.
"I thought I did, I guess not." Sam sighed, closing his laptop and massaging his temples. "Sorry Dean, I just can't find anything else that might lead us to anymore Leviathans." Dean nodded.
"It's fine, maybe we needed a break from them anyway, hm?" Dean cleared his throat, turning the stereo up a few notches to fill the gaps of silence.
"I guess so." Dean felt his phone buzzing in his pocket before he heard the catchy beat of his ringtone. "Want me to get it for you?" Sam asked. Dean shook his head and fished his cell out of his jean pocket, looking at the called I.D. "You really need to change your ringtone aswell Dean, it's outdated now." Sam chuckled.
"Deep Purple never become outdated Sammy." Dean argued back before answering. "Hello?"
"Dean? Dean Winchester?" The tired voice relayed back. Dean frowned.
"Yeah, who's this?"
"Dean! It's Alaric Saltzman. You and your brother helped out a few months back with a werewolf case?"
"Saltzman, right! How's everything going? I'm guessing not too good if you're calling up eh?" Dean sighed, turning a corner with one hand on the wheel. Sam watched him, listening in intently to the one sided conversation.
"Well I didn't call to see if you wanted to stop by for Sunday lunch." Alaric replied sarcastically.
"Yeah, couldn't really see you as a housewife cooking type either really. So what do you need?"
"How far are you boys from Mystic Falls exactly?" He questioned.
"About a day if we drive all night." Dean yawned just thinking about it.
"Good, I'll see you boys tomorrow then, breakfast on me." With that Alaric hung up. Dean shooked his head, scoffing and tucking his cell away.
"Un-freakin'-believable."
"Whats up?" Sam asked, resting an arm on the window. "Why're we driving out of Atlanta?"
"Alaric called, thought we might want to join him on a weekend trip to Aspen. Sound good to you?" Dean rolled his eyes at Sams scoff. "He wants us to make it to Mystic Falls. Some important buisness or what not."
"Mystic Falls eh?" Sam mumbled to himself but just loud enough for Dean to hear.
"Yes, the very one. Maybe you and the Wicked Witch of the West could hook up again? Hell I'll throw you in a free bed for you kids to "get jiggy with it". Just as long as it's not in my damn car!" Dean hissed, remembering what Sam had done last time with the ever so seductive Katherine Pierce. He quickly glanced into the back seat, motioning to Sam about what he'd done and also glancing in hopes of Cas popping in like he used to do. Dean supressed a sigh.
"Yeah I highly doubt me and Katherine are going to be at it like bunnies first chance we get," Sam smirked and shook his head laughing. "She may not even still be there." His voice trailed off towards the end.
"But she might be there, I may have to lay plastic down for you two." Dean laughed, looking ahead for a service station.
"Right. What about you and Elena huh?" Sam quirked an eyebrow, looking towards his now silent brother. "Thats what I thought."
"There isn't any "Me and Elena" buisness okay? She has a boyfriend, you know that." Dean explained, clearing his throat as he pulled into the nearest service station that declared itself to be 'Pop's Gas&Go' on a tacky wooden sign with a gigantic arrow pointing in towards the gas pumps and store, that Dean guessed no doubt carried a typical selection of fast, easy road snacks. Meaning Beef Jerky, Cheetos, Jolly Ranchers and everything else typical teenage boys feasted on. Dean also guessed that 'Pop's' would carry his favourite magazine..."Busty Asian Beauties".
"I know that she has a boyfriend Dean, but that didn't stop you sleeping with her did it?" Sam grinned as he climbed out of the Impala, kicking out his legs to let his muscles stretch. Dean shook his head also climbing out to fill up the half empty tank.
"I was drunk, she was drunk," He shrugged. "And can you blame her? It's me after all." Dean joked, winking at Sam. "Who can resist me?"
"That waitress back in Michigan sure did." Sam laughed as he rolled his shoulders and flexed his neck. "Want me to go in?" He asked, taking out some cash.
"That waitress had the hots for you anyway, didn't you see her going all cougar eyed on you?" Dean laughed, looking at the meter as he finished filling up. "50 bucks should do, right?" Dean took the nozzel out and placed it back. "Bring me back something to eat...I'm starving."
"Aren't you always?" Sam questioned, laughing as he walked towards the small store to pay for the gas. A musical chime of a bell as he walked inside. Dean sat back in the drivers seat, his attention pulled onto the topic of Elena. Again. His mind was fighting out what he should and shouldn't be thinking about her. The rational half of his brian was telling him that she was taken, he was nothing more than a stupid, idiotic fling to her. On the other half of his brain, all he could think about was what she'd be like in bed sober. He couldn't help but smirk a little. Sam ran outside with an armfull of snacks, he dumped them on Deans lap once he was inside the car.
"Happy now Dopey?" Sam asked, shaking his head with a scoff.
"Very." Dean pushed the 'crap food' aside and took out the cassette tape that just finished. Sams jaw clenched and his eyes shut when he heard the same familiar song that he hated come on the radio.
"Turn. It. Off." Sam ordered.
"C'mon, you love this song and you know it." Dean grinned twisting the volume up to it's loudest. Heat of the moment, it was the heat of the moment. Sams hands clamped over his ears.
"Dean! I'm warning you! Switch this off." Sam couldn't stand listening to Asia after the big ordeal with what they thought was the Trickster at the time. Waking up over one hundred times to the same, annoying song. Reliving that same Tuesday, watching Dean die over again and listening to this song. Sam swore never to listen to them again and Dean knew it. Heat of the moment showed in your eyes. A smirk was plastered on Deans face from ear to ear.
"What was that house rule Sammy?" Dean asked.
"Driver picks the music-" Sam mumbled just as Dean cut him off.
"Shotgun shuts his cakehole! Now...shut your cakehole and enjoy Asia." Dean laughed as he started up the Impala and drove towards Virginia. Sam groaned keeping his hands over his ears until he was sure the song had finally ended.
"That's not Stefan." Elena denied, shaking her head at Damon. "Stefan wouldn't of done...all of that." Elena swallowed the words, twisting and turning them over her tongue. Stefan couldn't of killed those people. It had to be Klaus, of course it did.
"Think about it Elena. Stefan is with an Original...Originals can compel normal vampires, hasn't the thought crossed your mind that maybe Klaus has compelled Stefan to go around killing these people?" Damon assumed, shifting in the sun lounger in the gigantic back garden of the Salvatore house. The garden stretched for many acres with a magnificent range of wildlife. Tall cherry blossom trees in full bloom, the pink and white flowers reminding Elena of cotton candy. Old looking statues standing on stone plinths, she had guessed they had been there since Damon and Stefan had been born, over 180 years ago. Luscious green shrubs that harboured glistening purple elderberry jewels that caught the sun and sparkled, inviting Elena to come pick some. The garden had obviously been trimmed and tamed down at one point in time, but had obviously now been left to grow on at its will. The one thing that stood out to Elena was the mammoth sized willow tree that stood tall and lonely at the very end of the garden. It's leaves meeting the floor, cascading down like a waterfall. Elena sighed quickly and looked away, towards a topless Damon. His ocean blue eyes covered by his 'Ray Bans'. "Or maybe Stefan just gave up the good boy routine and decided to join the dark side?" Damon added with a sly smirk.
"You're not funny Damon." Elena sighed again, pulling at the hem of her long, white cotten shirt.
"What're you talking about? I'm hilarious." Damon grinned and looked over at Elena. "Cheer up chum, I'm only messing. Besides, I'm probably wrong...Like you said, it could be Klaus." He saw the sad look lingering on Elenas face, but he had no way of removing it. Nothing he could do would peel off that mask of hope and frustrating and paint on a new one, filled with everything Elena used to be before Stefan disappeared to save Damon. To make Klaus give him the only cure that would stop Damon from dying. Damon supressed the thoughts and memories of those days just after everything went pear shape.
"I hope your right Damon, I really do." Elena sat up from her chair and picked up her light jacket. "I'm going to get something to drink, want anything?" She asked, shifting her weight from both feet as she lingered behind Damons sun lounger.
"I'm fine. You go on in." Damon waved her inside as he continued to lay in the sun. Funny...how one little thing like his ring could stop him from frying to a crisp.
"Actually Damon, I think I might go home. I was planning on making dinner for Jer and Ric, you now how they can't cook to save their life." Elena smiled as she walked inside. She thought she was free from Damon when she had reached the door. She thought wrong. He was fully clothed now, his back to the front door.
"Elena." His voice was low and assertive.
"Damon." Elena relayed back mockingly in the same tone.
"Are you alright?" He asked, his head tilted in concern.
"I'm fine Damon, can I please go?" She asked, pulling her jacket closer around herself. "I just...really want to go home." Damon didn't press her anymore. Instead he nodded once and stood aside as she slipped out of the door. Damon watched Elena keep her head low as she ambled her way to her little red car.
Jeremy was sprawled across the living room couch, his arm sheilding his eyes as he drifted in and out of a dreamless sleep. Just pitch black nothing-ness, swallowing him whole. Suffocating him, constricting his blood flow. From within the darkness, Vicky emerged.
"Jeremy...How could you Jeremy." She whispered, her face slowly dying. Sinking in on itself as thick viens overtook her papery skin.
"I-I-I didn't do it Vick...I couldn't stop him." He choked back.
"You didn't do anything to help me Jeremy." Anna's voice flooded his ears. He couldn't see her, his feet were bound to the floor.
"Anna?" He shouted out, his voice breaking again.
"They're coming Jeremy...they're coming for you." Anna whispered. Jeremy looked around helplessly, Vicky and Anna were nowhere to be seen. "They're coming!" Anna shrieked, her corpsed face suddenly inches from his. Jeremy shot up from the couch as the front door closed, his face sheen from a thin layer of sweat.
"Hey Jer, I'm home." Elena called from the hallway. She approached the living room, brown paper bag filled with groceries under one arm, and found Jeremy shivering. "Are you alright?" She asked, hurrying to his side.
"Yeah, 'Lena...I'm okay, just a bad dream. Thats all." He explained, gulping back as much air as he could. "I'm gonna take...a uh, shower." He stood up and shot up the stairs, away from Elena, as quickly as he could. Elena sighed, walking into the kitchen as she started unpacking the range of items she was going to use to make dinner. The kitchen was silent except for the rustling of the paper bag as Elena screwed it up and threw it away. With Jeremy upstairs, supposedly taking a shower, although she knew he was just trying to avoid a long, boring conversation with her. With Alaric spending as little time as possible at home and instead spending every waking minute at the high school "catching up on unmarked papers.". A piece of paper caught Elena's eye as she went grab a sauce pan. Clipped to the refridgerator was a yellow note that had been there for over a month now. Jennas curly, slanted calligraphy scrawled across the paper. 'Must get milk!". Elena looked down as tears welled up in her eyes, filling to the brim and slid down her face. She missed Jenna, so much it hurt. She couldn't let this out to Jeremy or Alaric because she had to be strong. With Stefan gone aswell, nothing was going to be okay again. She wiped her eyes and tore the note off of the fridge, screwing it up and throwing it into the trash as she continued to prepare dinner.
Sam yawned, finishing off his last energy drink and crushing the can. He had taken over driving once Deans eyes had started to slowly shut and his head felt like it was carrying a 10 ton weight. He was now asleep in the passenger seat, his head resting on his folded arm and his dark sunglasses shielded his hazel-green eyes. Sam didn't get behind the wheel very often, Dean was usually a lot more stubborn about letting Sam touch his "baby". Cold air hit Sam in the face like a brick wall when he winded down the window to keep himself awake. The night air done him some good, kept his sense up on high alert. His eyes blurred and fuzzed every now and again as he followed the glowing red tail lights of the car infront until the made a different turn off. Sam looked over at Dean and aimed the crushed up can. Dink. The aluminum can bounced off of Deans forehead and fell into his lap. Sam couldn't supress his laughter as Dean shot up looking around startled. His sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.
"Sam!" He groaned, his voice hoarse.
"Yes Dean?" Sam replied, on the edge of hysterics. A laughing fit had erupted and he couldn't stop himself, he blamed the energy drinks.
"Are you freakin' high or something?" He asked, shivering at the cold air coming through Sams window.
"Nope. 'Course not...that would be like...stupid." Sam grinned, shaking his head. Dean picked up the crushed can in his lap and showed it to Sam.
"How many?" He asked sighing as she shifted around in his seat.
"I don't know." Sam shrugged, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. "4? 5? Who knows." Sam burst out laughing again.
"Oh shut up." Dean shook his head groaning. A yawn escaped his lips. "How long was I asleep?"
"About 5 and a half hours now."
"And are we any closer to Mystic Falls or are you so hyped up on these energy drinks you've just been driving around the round abouts for the last hour or two?" Dean assumed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"Mystic Falls, 12 miles that way." Sam extended his arm pointing towards a sign post.
"Great...when we hit the next gas stop, we're switching seats...and buying you a bottle of Ambien, I'm not having you cuckoo for coco pops when we arrive." Dean explained, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, sure thing Dean." Sam grinned and shook his head. "I needed to stay awake, the energy drinks are doing the job. Why your complaining I have no idea why."
"Because I'd rather you not crash my car by trying to beat the moon in a race, or whatever you crazy people do." Dean waved his hand about to exagerate his point.
"Your just jealous because I'm taller than you. Hah." Sam honked the Impala horn at the 'hah'.
"Whatever you say, Chewbacca." Dean sighed again as he closed his eyes and rested his head back on the seat. It was going to be a long drive.
TRYING my hardest to add more description, it's something I end up falling back on hahaa. So, how's everybody feel about me jumping back into this whole thing? :P Reviews are actually LOVED. OH side note, trying to make this sequel completely darker than before...I'll try my best xD